Easy Driver

My smock

Stains so deep, they can see no end

Stains so many, they can hardly be seen

Wrinkles like gashes and dirt-formed shadows

My fingers swim for the end of a sleeve

And I can't understand

It's just my dad's old shirt

And it fit him so well

Starched rigid, firmly creased

He grew into it and it grew into him

Now I can't hear myself

Through all the sounds in my head

They all tell me exactly what I want

It grew into him, it grew into him

He grew into it, it grew into him

He grew into it, it grew into him

He grew into it, it grew into him

He grew into it, it grew into him

Call me Tetris, I've got the headache

Nothing fits and nothing disappears

Call me Tetris, I've got the headache

Nothing fits and nothing disappears

I can't close my eyes on it

I can't close my eyes on it

I can't close my eyes on it

What do you mean my favorite color is black? It's always been green

It's black

Green and blue, just like when the sky hits the leafy treetops

What should we name it?